05-07-2017, 08:12 PM
See, that was perfect. The way he touched her, caressed her, rubbed her back so sweetly. Lovely, it felt so lovely, and she melted into his gentle touch, tender and warm and loving. His words settled into her soul, easing the fear and the worry and the stress that had taken her over these last months. Because of him, she could finally relax.
Everything will work out. Everything will be just fine.
It repeated in her head, a refrain of reassurance that finally started to feel like truth as it echoed through her. With a relieved sigh, Dizzy smiled over her shoulder at her brother, a soft little thing that played at the edges of her lips. “That feels so nice, baby,” she murmured, her eyes drifting half-closed as he hit just the right spot. “Mmmm. Right there.” She leaned into him, arching her back to get just the right amount of pressure, wishing...wishing it could always be this way.
Wasn’t fair though, was it? Not to him, not when he wanted so much more. Her brow furrowed, and she glanced back at him. “You’re so good to me, Zor.” Too good, really, when she’d done almost nothing but hurt him lately. She stepped back, maneuvering her growing belly ‘til she could reach him to brush a kiss against his forehead, push the hair from his eyes, those lovely brown eyes flecked with lavender. “What did I ever do to deserve you, huh, baby?” So soft, her voice was barely above a whisper, and she kissed him again on the bridge of his nose, the velvet softness of the tip of his nose.
Maybe she could be more for him, like he wanted. Like she’d been before. Was it more cruel to try when she wasn’t completely sure? Or to hold back, when trying could make them both feel so good? It wasn’t the same as with Dov, but...her gaze dropped to his lips, lingered for a long moment before she closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his. Trying would be worse, if she didn’t know.
“This baby needs a family. I don’t want to screw that up. That’s one thing I can at least get right, isn’t it?”
Everything will work out. Everything will be just fine.
It repeated in her head, a refrain of reassurance that finally started to feel like truth as it echoed through her. With a relieved sigh, Dizzy smiled over her shoulder at her brother, a soft little thing that played at the edges of her lips. “That feels so nice, baby,” she murmured, her eyes drifting half-closed as he hit just the right spot. “Mmmm. Right there.” She leaned into him, arching her back to get just the right amount of pressure, wishing...wishing it could always be this way.
Wasn’t fair though, was it? Not to him, not when he wanted so much more. Her brow furrowed, and she glanced back at him. “You’re so good to me, Zor.” Too good, really, when she’d done almost nothing but hurt him lately. She stepped back, maneuvering her growing belly ‘til she could reach him to brush a kiss against his forehead, push the hair from his eyes, those lovely brown eyes flecked with lavender. “What did I ever do to deserve you, huh, baby?” So soft, her voice was barely above a whisper, and she kissed him again on the bridge of his nose, the velvet softness of the tip of his nose.
Maybe she could be more for him, like he wanted. Like she’d been before. Was it more cruel to try when she wasn’t completely sure? Or to hold back, when trying could make them both feel so good? It wasn’t the same as with Dov, but...her gaze dropped to his lips, lingered for a long moment before she closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek against his. Trying would be worse, if she didn’t know.
“This baby needs a family. I don’t want to screw that up. That’s one thing I can at least get right, isn’t it?”